Capítulo 265: Someone Long Gone
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The ending is mid
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"Batman."
Dedalus's eyes slid to the shadowed figure standing in the corner, his voice laced with an edge of surprise.
"I'll admit, you're the last person I expected to see here. I thought Riverton City was your playground."
"You should've thought about that when you set your sights on my territory," Batman replied, his tone colder than the night air outside. "You're trying to kill Tony Stark."
"Ah, one of your people, then," Dedalus said, his words stiffening with contempt.
"There's your problem," he continued, his voice gaining a bitter, almost mocking edge. "You people—with your masks, capes, and gadgets—you think you're above everyone else. You swing in, making your big 'hero' statements. But tell me, who do you think you really are? Jesus? Prometheus?"
Dedalus sneered, stepping forward so that half of his face caught the faint light. "You're nothing but a disease. Invaders. Predators."
Batman's gaze sharpened. "So, we're your target."
Dedalus smirked. "Step one," he replied, the faintest glint of menace in his eyes. "But it's only the beginning. I have influence that most people can't even imagine, yet it's still not enough. This world is on the verge of a new age, and only those who can seize control will have a place in it."
Batman's response was a low, menacing murmur. "I had a feeling."
Charlie, monitoring from his setup, let out a quiet laugh, now controlling Deadpool. With a flick, he initiated Deadpool's teleportation.
A flicker of light-blue energy rippled to life behind Dedalus, and Deadpool materialized mid-air, sword swinging toward the unsuspecting mayor, blade glinting in the dim light. Deadpool's teleportation belt had worked perfectly this time; he was already halfway through his swing when he emerged.
"Guess who won the free decapitation package today? Spoiler alert—it's not that senior sorority sister, eh?"
But the words were barely out of his mouth when something struck him—hard. A tentacle shot out, piercing Deadpool's chest clean through. Dedalus hadn't even turned around as he lifted Deadpool effortlessly, then flung him across the room like a rag doll.
"Ahhh!"
Deadpool crashed into the mayor's desk, scattering papers and knocking the monitor to the floor. He groaned but rolled back to his feet, watching in morbid fascination as the hole in his chest began to close, flesh regenerating at a grotesque pace.
Charlie's brow furrowed in surprise. "Friday, wasn't he supposed to be an ordinary guy?"
"No intel suggested otherwise, sir."
Charlie's fingers flew across the keyboard, switching back to Batman's perspective as he sprinted toward Dedalus. But before Batman could land a strike, Dedalus swung his fist downward.
A resounding crack echoed as the floor split open under the force of Dedalus's blow, tiles fracturing and buckling. Fragments exploded outward in a deadly cyclone of stone and dust, rushing toward Batman with relentless force.
Batman reacted instantly, his cape flaring as the propellers on his suit ignited, lifting him above the storm of debris. He glided backward, landing lightly as the dust settled.
"Well, he's not exactly 'ordinary,'" Batman muttered.
"I've got him!" a voice called. Above, Shadow clung to the ceiling, a dark silhouette against the dim lighting. Dedalus's powerful punch had exposed an opening, and Shadow dropped from above, aiming for Dedalus's head.
"Right there with ya!" Deadpool shouted, fully healed and charging forward with his sword raised. His AI-driven character lunged at Dedalus, and together, Shadow and Deadpool struck in tandem from opposite sides.
But something was wrong. As they both attacked, it was as though Dedalus was in two places at once, each figure moving with uncanny synchronicity.
Shadow's hand came down hard on Dedalus's head—only for his palm to slice through empty air, detonating with a forceful bang that sent him skidding backward.
"What just happened?"
Deadpool's sword met the same fate, swinging through Dedalus's form as if he were a mirage. The blade struck the floor, sparks flying as it embedded in the fractured tiles.
"Huh?"
The real Dedalus retaliated swiftly. Shadow crashed into a heavy cabinet against the wall, while Deadpool was hurled into an enormous vase, which shattered around him.
"Oh, man. That thing looked like it belonged in a museum," Deadpool groaned. "Think I can pawn what's left of it?"
Batman, still in detective mode, saw Dedalus reposition behind him and hit the counterattack button. He whirled, slamming his fist into Dedalus with unerring precision.
Dedalus barely flinched, shrugging off the blow. He reached for Batman, but Batman sidestepped, fluid and controlled, avoiding the grab as if reading his every move.
Dedalus tried to lunge forward, but he paused, realizing something was off. Glancing down, he saw the blinking light of a bat-bomb attached to his chest. The next second, it exploded in a blinding flash, hurling him backward.
Batman shielded himself with his cape as Dedalus rolled across the floor. He rose again, but Charlie noticed something odd—Dedalus's movements weren't smooth or natural. He didn't spring up like a skilled fighter but seemed to be jerked to his feet, as if pulled by invisible strings.
It was even stranger. For all the explosive power of the bat-bomb, Dedalus stood with barely a scratch. Zooming in, Charlie spotted a strange, rubbery substance covering parts of Dedalus's body, twisting and shifting as it repaired itself.
"Friday, you seeing this?"
"Clear as day, sir," Friday replied. "Your suspicions are correct."
"You're saying…?"
"Yes, it's the Tis Shield material."
"Any idea about the illusions he's using?"
"It seems he's using some form of holographic projection to create decoys. Designed to disorient his opponents."
"Just like… someone we thought was long gone," Charlie murmured.
As he spoke, a thick cloud of the Tisshield substance began oozing from Dedalus's body. It molded itself into a grotesque shape, connected to his shoulders and twisting into a crude, unfinished face, as though Dedalus were growing a second head.
Batman, Deadpool, and Shadow stared, recognizing the face taking shape in horrified silence.
It was Usak, the Elder.
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